[She wipes her cheeks uselessly with the blunt sides of her hand.]

Yeah?

[It's a useless thing to say. She likes thinking about it, about Lua getting to be more than she was, feel stronger and happier and free and getting there, with her own friends. One of whom is. Right here.]

She wouldn't have left you, either. We talked a little, after, just - I think she wanted to make sure I was okay with it. She looked so happy.

[She's crying harder now, unfolds a little, legs back to the ground, awkward like a crab over strange terrain. It lets her take deeper breaths.]

I'd never seen her look like that about anybody. She really - you were good. For her.